The white screen stands there…
It gives me no pleasure to look at it,
The temptation of the white woman,
Just waiting to be painted on,
A human canvas,
The white innocence laid out for all to see.
As soon as the words flow,
The innocence is lost and colors splatter the canvas,
Spectrum floods the eyes
meaning splatters the foundation.
The white woman is stained,
The innocence drowned in sin.
No longer white,
She dances among the others,
Showing off her feathers
Pride and joy in each step,
Meaning left behind, and determination in her leaps.
No longer white,
The painted poem smiles at me.
Painted